A Footkiss Speaks More Than Words

By way of complete contrast to my previous customer, regular footoire customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam actually wants to discuss her socks with me:

'Yo, sockieboy, how's it hangin'? I hope you've had lots of nice sockies to look at today while you've been lickshining your customers' shoes, and that?'

'Oh pray, mistress Mukta madam, thanking you kindly for your kind questions, madam, this slave has indeed witnessed lots of nice socks on his customers' feet and ankles today madam, if it would be so pleasing to you madam, and begging your female pardon madam?'

She laughs:

'Haha - but none of them as nice as my red socks, I trust, slave?'

She hitches up her left jean leg to reveal more of her bright red anklesock to me as she speaks.

'Oh pray, mistress Mukta madam! Oh goddess! Your socks are, as always, the best socks, mistress, on account of they're being your socks, on your feet, madam, once again begging your female pardon madam?' 

'What exactly do you like best about my socks, sock-slavey?'

'Oh pray mistress, if you would be so kind and understanding mistress Mukta madam, it is the texture and stitching of your socks that this slave admires the most, madam. Oh madam, whatever the colour and hue of your socks, they always impress with their thin cotton stitching, madam, begging your female pardon for my forwardness madam please don't have me beaten, miss? I kiss your feet, madam.'

I then hastily proceed to kiss-respect Ms Mukta's sneakers beneath her socks. I'm scared, you see! Trying to initiate a conversation with a shy and retiring customer-mistress about her socks is one thing. But when a customer-mistress unabashedly quizzes me about my slavish feelings towards her socks, I myself suddenly become all bashful and shy!

I guess I'm terrified of saying the wrong thing!

Yo, sockieboy... I hope you've had lots of nice sockies to look at today while you've been lickshining your customers' shoes, and that?'

Oh pray, mistress Mukta madam... this slave has indeed witnessed lots of nice socks on his customers' feet and ankles today madam.'

'Haha - but none of them as nice as my red socks, I trust, slave?'

'Oh pray, mistress Mukta madam! Oh goddess! Your socks are, as always, the best socks, mistress... 

...on account of they're being your socks, on your feet, madam...

...begging your female pardon madam?'

It's true - Ms Mukta's socks are always the best socks...

...the stitching; the hue; the shapeliness of the sock over the ankle!

'What exactly do you like best about my socks, sock-slavey?'

I tell her in no uncertain terms...

...fawning and grovelling over her socks...

...extolling their female virtues...

...before humbly kissing her sneakers beneath her socks!

This is where I truly belong...

...at the feet and between the socks of regular customer Ms Mukta madam!

I let my lowly lips do the talking...

...through their kissing of her sneakers. A footkiss speaks more than words!

 

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